I-AT OF THE ROSE. 
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11 Upon which lifted sign, 
What worship will be mine ! 
What addressing, what caressing, 
What thanks, and praise and blessing ! 
lt A wind-like joy will rush 
Through every tree and bush, 
Bending softly in affection, 
And spontaneous benediction. 
“ Insects, that only may 
Live in a sunbright ray, 
To my whiteness, to my whiteness 
Shall be drawn, as to a brightness. 
(i And every moth and bee 
Shall near me reverently, 
Wheeling round me, wheeling o’er me 
Coronals of motioned glory. 
t( I ween the very skies 
Will look down in surprise, 
When low on earth they see me, 
With my cloudy aspect dreamy. 
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